As I truly am.

You leaned on the walls

behind the drunk crowd

and everything so bitter

but you divine.

My gaze fell like clothe

tender

caressing your brittle form

pulled you whole

underwater

in my mind's eye

where all things

shone brighter-blue

where the rage

mellowed.

Your eyes

brown and gold

the first truth for me

your lips

I will worship.

Our spirits communed,

transcending the distance of the room;

hand stretched forth

to feel your face.

The aroma of belonging

I breathe in your love

without distance separating.

We found new life

in my daydream,

the cost of priceless devotion.

I barely heard

“darling soul”

in the dull

and the whispers of two hearts

“You are mine if you give me your hand.”

You saw me

as I truly am

and from you sprung no retreat

In your garments

you came.